it’s been three days traveling though the arid steppes. You had only just drank the last of the water from your water skin. From around a large set of craggy stones you see a slight pillar of smoke telling you some sort of person or tribe of intelligent people there.

as you round the cliffs into the clearing of stones you can see a series of small huts with thatched roofs and clay walls. Almost large enough to be a town not a village. You can see a bunch of almost lizard or dragon like creatures milling about doing their work